A Morning on the plateau of Jos is like a wonderous winter in a lost paradise;upon the rise of the sun,beautiful flowers happily arise with sparkling smiles,the birds sing with melodious tones to greet the sun for a pleasant new day: Noble Afternoon a land of peace arose to an inevictable height of togetherness to move the land and the nation forward;with feeble but genuine smiler on their face they work tiredlessly to see the future of their children secured without respect to some of their oblique leaders who have held the resources of the people hostage:now the Night came when no man is expected to work,it time for bed and a wonderful day has come to an end.

This how life use to be in jos before the recent jos crisis.Your comment on what you think about the poem would be well appreciated.Jos will become great again.